.i'm pretty sure that someone like Mozart, composed, in total silence, didn't hum out a tune, given that he had to micromanage symphony, or rather, the latter stage of polyphony - synchronization of all subsequent parts... whereby music was more optical in its genesis than people might like to believe... of course auditory in its exodus from the godhead, but... i'm pretty sure the composition process for classical music, would never amount to the sort of fun impromptu of jazz... must be a black privilege sort of, "thing" to have found jazz lying around...

how did the beatniks even believe that
a cross-generational mongrel of an art
form, fusing poetry with jazz could ever work?
robert pinsky still has the dream -
but it's a bit like:
      you think you can smoke marijuana
and listen to blues?
              not drink a drop of the devil liquor
and take blues seriously?
       just like sonny clark would have
said: 'if you don't shoot it,
     you don't smoke it'...
         given that... this is not stoner rock
type of wasp hive droning, humming,
heavily repeated rhythm...
              nothing wacky like
thievery corporation doing a live
rendition of the forgotten people
                                             live on KEXP...
what's that phrase?
    i feel monged -
   i.e. so ****** that you don't know
if it's a brain or a jelly,
         a stomach or krāng...
an 8th of an ounce could last me a week...
never mind...
   but how could they even suppose
that, somehow... jazz would dissolve
into acid jazz...
   that ****** variant you don't hear
in a jazz club...
   sure... the one up in Edinburgh was
jazz by name only...
       instead?
   one night i heard the cover
of neil young's song old man...
yeah... very ******* jazzy...
                what's next, a banjo quartet?
first jazz song i ever heard was
art blakey & the jazz messangers'
      opening track from the album
   of the same name - moanin'...
          SOLD...
           had to stash on some of the records...
but did i really want to speak over
the music?
             did i want to contaminate
the music and produce some ****** mash-up
akin to the beatnik experiment?
     *******... high on dope...
              never bothered to call jazz...
the black man's equivalent status of
what white man's classical music is...
     and where's jazz now?
joshua redman isn't exactly a lifejacket
when a boat with 20 is sinking...
jazz has been neglected...
    relegated as posh black boy music
heading off to Yale... wap... or wrap it up...
talk with a mouth but forget playing
the ******* horns, the sax...
              can't exactly see a revival...
   but would i really want to speak to this music?
feels a bit like talking over an opera...
made sense back then, makes little or no sense
now...
                    beside the point...
      there's still a heatwave in england...
every morning i wake up in a furnace -
    or as if attired in a metallurgy suit working
raw metals...
       and i always ask myself the question...
to rehydrate...
   would i rather eat half a watermelon,
or drink a big glass of water?
                         it's always the first.

Is there love in store for me?
Or will I always be just a fling?
Oh can it be?
Cuppid shooting arrows, hear him sing!

But alas its a lie.
The arrows are fates cruel messangers,
Delivering my tail of woe.
The tale stating I must walk this road alone.

All my seasons condensed
are here
and all of writers have passed
Winter Springs Fall Summer
all welcome to my shore
Watch out pounding waves old
like to splash as all of life is play this is my free will on stage
I am an actress you my audience
Entrance is free of charge
donations not required
Beware then
the sun here burns hot like me
no wonder everyone flies by
in their own orbit but few land.
My Aries fire must have some effect only cold bodies seek my heat as they pass careful not to land fearing to burn
The playful moon borrows light from sunny sign me tie in
and tie out
dancing round and about
glowing high all alone
shining best by days heat
waxing gibbous waning
crescent
first quarter last
like the pieces of me
mother Earth spins me
messangers notes uplift
or scorn me
beautiful in and out but many
Still fear the fire Ram me
alone but all seasons need me
only one twin celestial body
merged joyfully with mine heat
my once upon a life time partner
my old Irish cream!
I must be Mexican Irish
Perumpecha native
His Gin dubonnet
American with a hint of
Shamrock Trinity
~~~~~~~~~
By: Karijinbba
All rights reserved

my english teacher, a pict, of all people, massive fan of led zeppelin, introduced me to jazz... he just said: if you don't own miles davis' kind of blue by the age you're 30, you're in a shambo (knee deep in ****)... well, a ferocious over-zealous teen like any, i made the purchase aged 16.

after that, it was easy... i borrowed a compilation -
jazz on a summer's day: hot bun these days...
   selling, new, for £61.47... my, that's not bad...
   it might or it might not have
opened with
art blakey & the messangers'
song *moanin'...
if someone doesn't like this song,
let's just say: trying to convince this
person for more jazz is,
     a "bit" pointless;
if this gold standard doesn't
convince the person in question,
where you can feel each of
the instrument's solos...
hmm...
  pontius pilate moment:
snap-chat the rest.
still... i'm thinking of this saxophone
player that played the jazz
standard how deep is the ocean
with such a distinct technique;
ever heard a wheezing out of
breath saxophone player?
the wheezing one,
      the trembling-f-f-f-f one...
god, the name escapes me,
feels like i minding what
lionel nation might provide
with due anecdotes...
         this is going to **** me...
i want to remember his name,
i know i copied the c.d. -
  and mind you, why buy compact discs
these days?
  headphones are too portable,
at at times: to claustrophobic,
cultural appropriation yet? we hit
the high tide watermark?
  oh, i'm not worried about the spaghetti,
just asking, because i was just
going to say: classical music sounds
great in a concert hall, a bit ******
on the radio with all the adverts news
and weather...
    jazz?
         shady bars and certainly the radio...
i've been trying to find a jazz-only
radio station on the english FM / AM scale...
nothing, not even an s.o.s.;
come on, *******-it!
what was that saxophone player?!
**** it, whatever, the trembling-f-f-f-f
         bordering on asthma blowing guy...
can't be bothered enough to make the classy
anecdote...
         get lisa simpson on the case...
       i heard that robbie pinsky is still
on the case, hat off to you mate,
for those nostalgia pieces,
    or reviving the beatnik **** of poetry
& jazz...
           i wouldn't know where to begin:
i talk into the **** thing,
i don't talk over it...
  looks a "bit" crap, given rap...
  then again rap has become a mono-syllable
rhyming machine: ye yeah ye yeah um yeah
ye um yeah...
              mr. boombastic?
          mr. luvva luvva... ooh...
      slobbering mr. spastic, mr. fantastic,
diaper donning, hush ooh, shoo hugs shoo...
give up the buttocks for...
      white self-consciousness just kicked in,
and i feel like a middle-aged dad of three kids
and embarrassing a niece at her wedding...
****...
   even i know that ini kamoze
        made relative sense, by comparison.

don't go to bed with bad thoughts:
charge them, charge them to the full:
asked upon coming home whether
i'd sleep all day having spent all night awake:
no of course not...
but i need my ritual to get the graveyard
shift amphetamine full charger
on...
coming back home with silence
a homeless man under the bridge
and a bible study group around Romford St
RMF RMF no FM FM...
Poland Holy Place my place of birth
even though as a boy an older boy
told me to open my mouth
whereby he subsequently spit into it...
shaman ritual:
we are blood and we are water
now that i'm reading Dune...
that wasn't an insult but a sharing of water...
because he saw the things i did
in Poland before i came to England
and did some on the side...
like calling out to a bird
in Valentine's Park and the little bird
flying into my hand from
a bush...
O dearest dear O my dear
and today i finished the shift on time...
7am...
so this is the clock-O-monkey
measure for measure like for like
eye for an eye...
no pound of flesh for all that is Bank
Judaism of Usury...
Jews are not exclusive in that Sin...
i wonder why didn't mention the 11th Commandment:
you will not have this alchemical economy
project:
turning metal into only one that being gold...
money doesn't make money
money is exchanged
for goods: deeds: moral debts...
the 11th Commandment doesn't mention
money doesn't it?
why God said only said
you will not ****** you will not steal...
why theft is there
and Usury isn't... this be the 11th commandment
and the director of the Decalogue is dead
i just finished commandment 4, 5, 6...
5 i was thinking of Reyla
6 i was thinking of Edie...
then Edie sends me a most provocative picture
of Reyla sleeping:
i too was lethargic and empty from the last
week of shifts...
the nights were so long...
so two days before or maybe nights...
"we" struck a deal with Mark Nathon
my day to night shift operator...
anyway
he came at 5:45am: kind reward...
day later: tonight... 'you coming early today?'
'yes, mate...'
   bring myself coffee and tea almost each
time...
O Mark my *** poor man
came so angry at me today...
maybe he dreamnt of me
but there was something simpler...
the details i'll screenshot and send to Edie
and have my own psychology session
with the child inside of me and all of us...
this son of man:
a trial for both god and the devil...
there are two trinities
that became conflated and distorted...
not properly worded... the Jews and Early Christians...
forsaken...
there are two trinities...
one consisted of the supposed son of god:
the father the son and the holy spirit
yet... yet?!       why is baby jesus depicted
as a baby with the Madonna?
so who is the Holy Spirit... it's not god:
a litany of messangers...
the trinity of the devil...
it's not the beast, the antichrist, the architecture...
you like my linen?
i like your skirts and kilts and kayleighs...
maybe the people of Falkands can't see
an army to defend them so
better to sniff out more sun
and abandon the lies
and pride
and ******* and give way to a penguin
takeover of the ******* islands!
the Argentinians only fought a war of:
why are you keeping these people
here! so miserable! let them tango
in Buenes Senioritas!

you said so yourself:
most of the people are Scots! of origin...
so displace the Scots:
like you can displace the ******* Philistines
and create a working diaspora
a nation of the mind!
not of ****** origin...

so he mouthed me off... ******... came point on 7
and the only reason i was late yesterday
last night
is because a train broke down
and there was traffic
and i overslept till 4:30pm
but left 4:49pm not having showered...
but in the WhatsApp group i said too much
for this little soul
and i gasp at having this demeanour
of condescending feeds...
    but the owner looked past my misreads
and... thumbs up 4am...
only to me...

           some bigger things existed...
history stopped from being
recited prior to year 1914: year 0.....
          because we landed on the moon
at night... we didn't land on the moon
when the sun shines on the surface...
why? because we would fry chicken be?
is that why?
so why bother to land on the moon
during the moon's night
and already know... beside mushrooms:
what starter-pack-up organic phenomenon
feeds off of
moonlight and skunk ***** juices...

mouth me off... i just revelled in a heart pouncing
at an emotion worded by a toothless
dyslexic...
a ******* train broke down:
mate: when flights were halted
over Iceland: because... "act of god"...
    
                   so daddy issues: proper:
provided us 2000 years of somehow the ancients
being exhausted by finding stoicism and aestheticism?
Logia: finally understanding:
sow: two flaws... maybe three:
three by now is Judaism:
is has become ugly...
at it's most splendourous: abouding...

the purge jihad crusafe
judaism islam christianity...
i felt abandon greatest
in monotheism:
this cult of individuality:
you had a Moses:
i know:
it hurts...
who hurt you?
you will not get a 2nd Moses:
or a Second God...
that... how is your god stop evolving?
there are already two alternatives...
Allah and the Unknown Name of Jesus as Father...
and Son... and Holy Ghost...
am i He who finally obstructs the evolution
of Yahweh as a god of letters:
finally the gauged out eyes: read braille:
but first the phonetic alphabet...
long lines __
and dots... dind't play the guitar...
did: copper tips...

i can cage Yahweh if you let me
cage him, dear humankind:
the Hebrew need to be rid of this parasite:
i don't know his origins
i don't need the Holocaust,
Israel, Pollacka: insult they lived and
created a language based off of German:
Yiddish:
we failed them? they didn't properly
integrate into Poland:
yet lived there...
and exported monkey money to
their cousins in Germany
to create a new breeding ground in Anglo-Saxon
brides etc. in north America?!

so they lived in Poland...
but had their majority... slaves
among slavs... living in Poland?!
they created the Yiddish
of Hebrew with German...
yet they lived among Poles
most peacefully...
but they didn't bother to think
about creating a language
with the Polacks!
o shame on you!
Yahweh was right
the Germans told you
you ought to be... exterminated
for the hurt of pride upon the Pole
and your MArxist
******* ******* *******
cult! you ******* Moloch swaying people!

YOU DESERVED THE HOLOCAUST!
AND DEFEND!
STRUGGLE WITHOUT POWER!
IRAN IS PURE ISLAM
AND NOT SAUDIA ARABIA!

why breed hebrew with german?
why didn't you breed the hebrew tongue
with the polish tongue?

too late for that now:
i see you and your god's fury
in the Roman architecture of YHWH...